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Ground to Dust
Licking at the facade Worshiping a nameless god Only to realize All efforts will be forgot Break your back all you want
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Bachelor Baking Banana Bread
A Bachelor Baking Banana Bread! A typical 21st century scene... (?) He's ready to eat some Banana Bread, Waiting till an hour at 350* it's been.
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
Little Lightning Bug
My spark, my light said the little lightning bug, waking at twilight to enter the dark. My spark, my light yawned the little lightning bug,
By Bugsy Watts2 years ago in Poets
Complaints About a Squatter
"I was waiting to get my bloodwork done and happened to overhear this conversation. I took some liberties with it for poetic flair, but the gist remains intact."
By Rick Henry Christopher 2 years ago in Poets
The Muskian Dilemma
In Musk's glass fortress, a tale unfolds, Elon, the maestro, the story he molds. Accusing advertisers, a chess move sly, glass walls rise as stones fly.
By Lungisani Ngcobo2 years ago in Poets
Exhausted
I'm over this! I swear, I'm so over it. About five seconds from starting a little fit. It's like everyone is waiting for my combustion, the fall of a curtain.
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
Poetic Pathways: Explore Your Literary Preferences
I have been on Vocal Media for over four months now. Some of my earlier poems have yet to see much action. So, instead of just listing them and hoping you will read them, I have decided to develop a list of questions that fit your current interests and mood.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
Turning Tables
Emptier than when I started Smoky rooms transporting me to a soulless desolation This journey of avarice only takes advantage of the unending
By Colton McClintock2 years ago in Poets
Rats in Fluffy Suits
I can't like squirrels. I try but I can't. It's just not in me. They meet with my disapproval In everything they do. I dislike their hijacking ways,
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
My Husband Is A Poet
As I sat down to write tonight, I was telling my husband that I needed to write and didn't much feel like it. I was surprised as I have 9 days left of this month. If I am already running out of steam, what will happen to my writing for the next week?
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of the Unknown
In the heart of darkness, secrets lie, Beyond the stars, where dreams defy. Whispers of ancient tales unfold, In shadows deep, where legends hold.
By Pam Zee2 years ago in Poets
"How the hell did I lose that fight?"
“How the hell did I lose that fight?” Was a phrase that I heard last night. My mate just could not win the match, He kept begging for COD to get a “patch”.
By Liam Storm2 years ago in Poets